This is a song about "Lil peep type beat"

Some type of competition

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

My name is lil tommy

I’m tryna be low key

So hit play shut up, and peep this

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

Kicking flows, pockets about as thick as strippers on poles

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Just to get people to peep in your locker

But shawty know i'm a rapper

I'm smart, peep this art, not too much swagger

You ain't never heard a peep so just keep it a see--

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

So now we crazy and don't wonna hear the enemy peep.

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat